Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.